With novel schemes we plotted
Drafted a few ideas and finally got it
Now I’m gone with the wind and your wallet, straight balling
DVD player in the Subaru, no Swishahouse I’m shot callin
she lick d*** cheese on Christmas Eve
it get lit like beans, molly a zit, pop these
i prolly exist i mean... life a symphony
spice go in the sheets, goin' to sleep
wake up, grip d*** beat, is this history?
life is but a mystery, issa story that's incomplete
@Fredward : ”Drake verse talking about girls sitting on Santa's lap, needing to find a Mrs Clause, turning the 6 to 9 reindeer”

My P.O. Box the North Pole
U can’t imagine the fan mail at my home
Written in crayon & Jumbo pencils
But Iceman too busy looking for Mrs Kringle,
Sleigh a 1seater,
My thigh’s too chafed from giving out ride alongs
My Lap of luxury is transactional, you can ask Rudolph
I usually go for
6’s but this year I’m going for
7’s & leaving them dimes alone
U Betta watch aht, im certified, u heard the song
U kno I got a list of a Milli Baddies, on my phone
(Stranger tings, bbygirl strong headed, eleven)
Text my Goodies for cookies when im that giving mode
Close ur eyes, Drizzy sneak round your house like a gnome
No shalom
Leave u shaken like my milk, frothed & foamed
Canadas own, Lil santa,
Face it b****, round these parts I’m Saint-
Nick Jr.
@Fredward : ”Drake verse talking about girls sitting on Santa's lap, needing to find a Mrs Clause, turning the 6 to 9 reindeer”

My P.O. Box the North Pole
U can’t imagine the fan mail at my home
Written in crayon & Jumbo pencils
But Iceman too busy looking for Mrs Kringle,
Sleigh a 1seater,
My thigh’s too chafed from giving out ride alongs
My Lap of luxury is transactional, you can ask Rudolph
I usually go for
6’s but this year I’m going for
7’s & leaving them dimes alone
U Betta watch aht, im certified, u heard the song
U kno I got a list of a Milli Baddies, on my phone
(Stranger tings, bbygirl strong headed, eleven)
Text my Goodies for cookies when im that giving mode
Close ur eyes, Drizzy sneak round your house like a gnome
No shalom
Leave u shaken like my milk, frothed & foamed
Canadas own, Lil santa,
Face it b****, round these parts I’m Saint-
Nick Jr.
Santa tracker in her luggage
I just had to check the routing
VU girls go straight to Dulles
Why you up in Broward County
Santa got a naughty list
Send your ass to Lipstick Alley
I don't f*** with coal or elves
But where the f*** they'd be without me
beat goes underwater
You put ribbons in your hairrrrrrrrrrrrr
You keep it under wraps, keep it under wraps
I know it's lonely when I'm not thereeeeeeeeeee
But I'm coming back, Drizzy's coming back
In a polar blitz
Roasting magical chestnuts with the Coca Cola bear, grilling reindeer meat n other deviant festive s***
Screaming f*** the capitalist
In a red sweater beating fat cats like Fritz
Tundras Jekyll Jack Frost Jacking off with frozen spit
Hyde your holly b4 the grinch gets pissed
Check ur jolly at the door b4 u cease to exist
Yule tide Cease and desist, stop & frisk if you look like a liq
Tabs Make me see in claymation-
My brains a kiln,
Fine crafted thoughts I b baking
Namsayin? I’m sayin,
All these sheets turned into books in my head
I had to do some organization
Addy wire me up like AT&T
Get my electrodes communicating
This fiber got my optics Lucy
In the sky w diamonds lookin for Devine confirmation
Floating to greener pastures
Trynna hear the angels exclamations
I ain’t scared of the fall 🤷🏾♂️
F*** the Surgeon Generals proclamations
she lick d*** cheese on Christmas Eve
it get lit like beans, molly a zit, pop these
i prolly exist i mean... life a symphony
spice go in the sheets, goin' to sleep
wake up, grip d*** beat, is this history?
life is but a mystery, issa story that's incomplete
Gifting holiday trauma
Like evil Santa from futurama
Is that a d*** in a box?
This year Santa on his Dahmer
Gifting holiday trauma
Like evil Santa from futurama
Is that a d*** in a box?
This year Santa on his Dahmer
Jars full of
B londe
B rownie
C ookies … all I need is breast milky
Might ask my busty neighbor from Reno911
But this grinch ass b**** swear that I’m guilty
Steel drummer boy
Pa rum pum pum pum
Come they told me
‘They 3 deep
Bring that gun’
‘They sayin “a king is born & they got gold for em”’..huh?
They must be dumb..
Get her what? “GitRdone”
F*** a shiesty ima need a getup for this run.
Do I choose the Salvation Army or the Nun?
I chose the bum

Heard ‘Beggars can’t be choosers’
Told these losers “Im thee chosen one🤬’
Made off with
3 camels
2 turtle doves
& a case of royal rum
Not too many rappers getting pushed by the higher ups
Better off watching Kick and begging Drake for a Cybertruck
Better off playing Stake and betting Drake got the Midas touch
HVAC licensed hoping Drake need a liposuc
she lick d*** cheese on Christmas Eve
it get lit like beans, molly a zit, pop these
i prolly exist i mean... life a symphony
spice go in the sheets, goin' to sleep
wake up, grip d*** beat, is this history?
life is but a mystery, issa story that's incomplete
Reminds me of Tyler bars lmao
you a
penny pincher I’m nickel squeezing work
10 to 10 b**** I pledge allegiance got
plenty friends that dont need a reason my
turtleneck color killin season
born to die b**** I’m ducking freedom
405, knuckle season got
snow bunnies wit exotic names
like Tamoyana and they polynesian
trigger finger doin front flips
make a nun turn to a skunk b****
throwin pity parties cause you love sick
get you thrown out on some fresh prince
jazzy jeff I need sally’s neck
im on solid ground you in deep water
up s*** creek wit a big leak
you a antique I’m a s*** starter
throwin hands in the china shop
better call the cops fore I cut loose
I just bought a chop wit a snub tooth
its a lead filler make ya gums blue
I’m a head spinner real cap peeler
ask mac miller what I’m up to
cause I been dead, f*** 9 lives
I got 25 on standby
gat make you put ya hands high
like you crowd surfing you a proud virgin
I’m pushing .40 to ya damn spine
big stepper, catch a landmine
keep a quintuplet in my back pocket
in case Cannabis forget his damn lines
30 pages, still rhyming
dirty phrases, ill timing
3rd and inches, O lineman
big sacks, bigger pockets
run a blitz? flea flicker
see me rushing make ya knees quiver
robitussin wit a weak liver
thats a hail mairy, I’m a fiend killer
route runnin sellin sacks again
paul bunyan who you axing man
mall money for my raps again
all sunday I’m just practicing
outta pocket make heads scramble
sending shots, you aint Ted Campbell
center block while I juke left
run a cover 3, f*** fantano
Yeah she text me too but she do it in flirty way
She saw me the next night but made you wait thirty days
Giving you the run around like she’s busy and s***
Meanwhile she telling me she miss me a bit
When I’m out of town she adjust to my time zone
So many diamonds she thought they were rhinestones
Minds blown off my poems
When she hear my songs she thought god wrote em
Nah babe my heart wrote em
you a
penny pincher I’m nickel squeezing work
10 to 10 b**** I pledge allegiance got
plenty friends that dont need a reason my
turtleneck color killin season
born to die b**** I’m ducking freedom
405, knuckle season got
snow bunnies wit exotic names
like Tamoyana and they polynesian
trigger finger doin front flips
make a nun turn to a skunk b****
throwin pity parties cause you love sick
get you thrown out on some fresh prince
jazzy jeff I need sally’s neck
im on solid ground you in deep water
up s*** creek wit a big leak
you a antique I’m a s*** starter
throwin hands in the china shop
better call the cops fore I cut loose
I just bought a chop wit a snub tooth
its a lead filler make ya gums blue
I’m a head spinner real cap peeler
ask mac miller what I’m up to
cause I been dead, f*** 9 lives
I got 25 on standby
gat make you put ya hands high
like you crowd surfing you a proud virgin
I’m pushing .40 to ya damn spine
big stepper, catch a landmine
keep a quintuplet in my back pocket
in case Cannabis forget his damn lines
30 pages, still rhyming
dirty phrases, ill timing
3rd and inches, O lineman
big sacks, bigger pockets
run a blitz? flea flicker
see me rushing make ya knees quiver
robitussin wit a weak liver
thats a hail mairy, I’m a fiend killer
route runnin sellin sacks again
paul bunyan who you axing man
mall money for my raps again
all sunday I’m just practicing
outta pocket make heads scramble
sending shots, you aint Ted Campbell
center block while I juke left
run a cover 3, f*** fantano

Yeah she text me too but she do it in flirty way
She saw me the next night but made you wait thirty days
Giving you the run around like she’s busy and s***
Meanwhile she telling me she miss me a bit
When I’m out of town she adjust to my time zone
So many diamonds she thought they were rhinestones
Minds blown off my poems
When she hear my songs she thought god wrote em
Nah babe my heart wrote em
you can have her bro
im still waitin on a text but f*** a text
you been feeling good, but ur my ex
i dont know u forreal like been looking through
old pictures, old memories of myself
gotta comeback from the ashes
b****es aint s*** just a phase
i dont give a f***, im just thinkin what's next
i can't see nothing if i see your face
forreal i felt like u could been my BM
now u on other mans DM
lying to my face with no shame
I know that deep down im prepared
for everything thats happening
im here im not vanishing
anymore
its time for me to come
more powerful than before
more connected
so im looking back to learn
to navigate what i earned
i deserve it
i'm gon make more money i juss know it
and u gone regret that our time is over
Could catch cancer keeping the Tec (tech) too close to my nuts
My homie looked at me like Dag Beaver after the robbery and said “that was nuts!”
Philly dude said I’m on some nut s***
I said cashews everything around me
Made his b**** cream for a dolla bill Yall
How tf could he ever clown me
Philly dude said I’m on some nut s***
I said cashews everything around me
Made his b**** cream for a dolla bill Yall
How tf could he ever clown me
No loss of decimals, counting investable
Cost of a vestibule, I’ll squash you to a vegetable,
talk s***, get centerfold,
I’m impeccable, you just acceptable
grew from Palos Episcopal, now I’m hailing from the best of those,
raging like a pitbull, Reggie a ton like Pitbull, never let go of the fiscal, I’m wired up like Pescable, fired up to mess a hoe, get the text “let’s go,”
You get restraining orders to moment you making money to afford her
I was making money at the border before they closed Borders (2011)
Six mortars aimed at your fortress,
Extorted, brains laid in eights, but I’ll pay your mortgage, how much K? (Seven)
That ain’t much of a proportion
But I’m hot like your girl’s tongue on porridge
This world’s brung a lot of distortion
I ain’t changing much, a gun to burrow into your storage
There was no suffering,
your synapses were buffering
Psych-napping, you felt euphoric